When does the envading darkness lift its cloud
Lets me breath air into my lungs
when will the hand upon my heart let go
release the agony that seems to have control.
turning in a spherical cage
that spins on axles shaken apon its twirl.
I grow sick
I grow weak.
How and why am I upon my knees?
What is this ..
these watery drops
they moisten the sand and evaperate
My eyes now blurred
My body falling forth into the dark obessmal
Alone and tainted
Lost and unsure
The worries of my mind
My unthought ruin
As time goes I hope to add mor eof my poetry. I have a few at Poetry.com With luck one day I mught win the prize
